Last night (or morning), I slept around 5 AM and now I’ve just woken up around 12 noon. The light feels different at this hour, quite hot and more annoying. However, I like it. It's like day waited for me to catch up. With a rested mind and ideas lining up, I’m ready to post more poems and dive back into Splinterlands battles again.

The night still lingers in my head,
From sleepy thoughts I never said.
Dreams fade fast, then slip away,
Making space for a brand new day.

My body’s slow, my mind feels clear,
Like rest arrived a bit too near.
I stretch, I breathe, I start to move,
Finding back my gentle groove.

Ideas tap and softly call,
Poems, short lines, feelings small.
Words feel ready, hands do too,
Stories waiting to come through.

The cards and battles cross my mind,
Splinterlands contests, I miss the kind.
Each match's a lesson, win or loss,
Strategy shaped by every cost.

I sip my coffee, the day begins,
Surfs the internet, things I've seen.
Late or not, I’m here, I’m awake,
Ready for the steps I’ll need to take.

So noon it is, my start is slow,
But forward still is where I go.
With poems and battles side by side,
My new contents, I have to try.